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 Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 9:54 pm
"Yeah..." She sighed, closing her eyes, "Whenever I try to sleep, I dream of the hunters. Or the cages. Or Professor Red..." Her eyes snapped open as she shivered, leaning into the hug, her own arms wrapping around him.
His words made her blush, and she wasn't sure how to react; he was always so sweet to her... And she had a feeling that he wasn't just 'saying' those things just to humor her either.
"I wouldn't want you to do that even if you could!" She pouted, freeing her arms from the hug. She was suddenly aware of how red her face was, and how flustered she sounded, "You already don't sleep a lot... Look at those dark circles around your eyes!"
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 10:02 pm
Mot was upset for Lizzy. How dare anyone lay a hand on her. How dare they make her lose sleep. Why? Why did they do what they did? Mot wanted with all his heart to march back to the human world and show them a thing or two. But, he knew better. He did not stand a chance. He was helpless to save her.
Mot looked down at Lizzy, smiling a bit and shrugging. "I'll live. Don't worry about me. I'm a tough guy, I can handle it." He hardly slept, and if sleeping less could help her, he'd do it in a heart beat. He would do almost anything for Lizzy.
He wondered why he hadn't seen her in this light before. What point in time did his best friend feel like something more?
Again, Mot shook his head at his wandering thoughts. They really needed to silence themselves.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 10:16 pm
"Thank you," Her voice was soft, and she looked both touched and a little embarrassed by his words, evident from the blush on her face; she didn't feel uncomfortable though... She was actually relieved that she didn't lose Mot to Hel. She was glad that he cared for them both rather than give up one for the sake of the other... Which was what she had planned to do.
"... Mot, I promise I won't avoid you," She gave a firm nod, "And I'm glad that you're not avoiding me... But I still feel like me going to visit you, despite how much I want to, will probably just cause Hel to be upset... So let's arrange to meet outside. We could go to the arcade again sometime! We hadn't since that first time you brought me there!"
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 10:32 pm
"I really don't like sneaking around. I shouldn't have to.." Mot pouted, though he understood she wanted to protect Hel's feelings. He still didn't get why Hel was so possessive. Or why Lizzy's presence bothered her. He didn't like it at all. He really would need to have a word with her.
"...fine." He relented, puffing his cheek a bit. "I'll take you anywhere you want to go. I miss spending time with you."
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 10:42 pm
"Just for the time being, okay?" She took his hand again, giving it a squeeze, "Till things calm down a bit, at least... I could also drop by when I go visit Mac! If you see random things left in your room, by the door..." She giggled, referring to his habit of not locking his door; she still wished he would take her advice, but then again, she had gotten used to knowing that his door was always unlocked. That she was always welcomed to drop in.
She giggled, poking his puffed out cheeks gently, "You look like a malnourished kushi-kushi!" She paused, finger in mid-poke as she looked him over, "... Have you actually been putting on weight?!"
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 10:51 pm
Presents? Mot smirked playfully. Even if she did drop things off without seeing him, even if it was after seeing Mac, presents from Lizzy was A-okay.
It was damn near impossible to get Mot to lock his door.
Her teasing earned her a reaction involving Mot slightly sticking his tongue out at her poking. Now, her next comment might be off putting for most. Heck, if a boil dared say it to a ghoul, it was a death sentence. Mot wasn't offended nor did he seem to care much of it. "Yeah. A side effect of Hel's cooking." Hel was always trying to fatten the boil up with good meals. Apparently it worked. "Don't know how I feel about it."
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 11:04 pm
Mot might find post-it notes of various colors with messages scribbled on them in colorful markers; messages like "Lizzy was here! OuO <3" or "Hiiiiiii Mot hiiiii!" or "THIS IS FUN, YOU SHOULD REPLY ME WITH POST-ITS!" stuck to the back of his door and between FooFoo's ears at random now that the deal had been made. This would usually be accompanied by little paper stars or paper cranes stuck to the post-it note.
"Hel's cooking must be really good, to get you to eat!" She sounded impressed and at awe; he didn't eat a lot when he stayed over at her place! Getting him to actually sit down and eat enough to have a visible physical effect must had taken some work! Besides, she wasn't a cook - or rather, she had never actually bothered to go pick up that particular skill - so anyone who can whip up a decent meal was rather impressive to her.
"Well... You're nicer to hug now!" She giggled, raising an eyebrow as she leaned back, looking at the boil, "And you look healthier... Plus you fit into your clothing a lot better now!"
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 12:00 am
Most certainly, those notes would be kept forever in a little box of memories, and more than likely Lizzy would find notes left for her as well. A secret, just for them.
"It is. It took a long while to get me to eat it though. Usually food just makes me feel sick." He'd grown to like her cooking now. So much so he only ate her cooking. Even so he only ever had small portions. Half a bowl of this, a couple bites of that.
It still beat eating once every other day.
Nicer to hug. A fuse in Mot's brain began to fizzle. Well, that was reason enough to continue to attempt this healthy weight business. His brow raised, tugging a bit at his shirt. Did they fit better? They didn't feel too tight, though she was right; they didn't hang off of him anymore like drapery. The change had been so gradual he barely noticed. Still, Mot was uncomfortable now. He didn't know how to respond to what Lizzy was telling him. What should he say? "Um.. thanks? I mean.. that makes you happy, huh?" He replied shyly. Shoot, he hoped he didn't make her feel silly.
Speaking of clothes, Mot lost a small portion of his wardrobe to the field trip. A trashed hat, trashed coat, worn down chaps and ruined or lost shirts. Even the jeans he'd worn had been so blood stained they were tossed. He'd have to remedy that somehow.
"Oh um, I thought you should know," Mot began suddenly. "After exams, I'm taking a short trip home."
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 12:17 am
"Awww..." It was sweet that Mot was that fond of Hel's cooking; secretly, Lizzy's romantic side was taking over, and she imagined the two of them sharing a plate of homemade pasta under a round full moon- Uh, well. Either way, she could see that this situation was a lot better than her situation with Riley in the past... Jericho... It just seemed to her that Jericho and Riley couldn't exist without each other for some reason. It wasn't like this with Mot and herself; they survived a terrible field trip without seeing or speaking with each other!
That could also be her used-to-be-bitter side talking; she liked Riley, but her experiences caused her to subconsciously build a wall between them. It's why she could never bring herself to love the mindflayer the same way she loved her other friends.
She did not want that to happen to her... Mot would have to put up with the "limitations" she had set for now.
"A trip home?" She echoed, remembering what Mot had told her about his mother and suddenly feeling a little worried, "For how long? A-ah!" Her eyes widened slightly, like she just thought of something, "Remember when you were at my place and we went shopp- Uh, market researching? You said you would show me about town some time! Is that offer still on?" She giggled.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 7:48 am
She was doing it again. Cooing at him when he talked about Hel a certain way. Mot was fairly sure he didn't like that. Did Lizzy think he had a thing for Hel? The pieces were falling together, and the facts that lay before him so far were not good. He didn't like Hel that way, he was certain. Didn't Lizzy see? He liked...
No, again, those stupid selfish thoughts ran through his head. It was pointless to think about it.
"Um, maybe a few days. Week at the most. I just have some things I need to do." He refused to say he missed his mother, or that he had thought he was never going to be able to go home again. He also needed to bring home the remains of his hat. Silly, but true.
His brow raised when she nearly said shopping. So, he was right. Sneaky little vixen.
"Oh, sure. I mean, there isn't much to see. A city is a city. But.. I'd show you around if you'd like."
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 7:58 am
"Ohh, I see," She replied, looking thoughtful as she tilted her head, "A week at the most... Do you mind if I dropped by your place one of those days then? Or if your parents might be unhappy, I could always meet you outside and you could show me around!"
She seemed to grow in excitement, her smile widening as she clapped her hands together in front of her, "Eeeee, going to visit the place where Mot grew up!" Plus it's the city! They usually have those huge mauls and a wide variety of shops!
"Well, you did say you would take me anywhere!" She grinned, wriggling her eyebrows at him before giggling again; this trip would probably help her get her mind off the... Field trip. Or rather, what happened on the field trip. She paused, "I wonder if Mac could come along..."
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 8:46 am
"That would be nice." Mot nodded, smiling softly. Lizzy in his city. He wasn't so sure about anyone meeting his parents though. His mother was strict, his father was a lunatic. No.. definitely not allowed.
The reaper blushed; Lizzy seemed so excited to see where he grew up, it was rather flattering somehow.
Then she brought up Mac. Mot didn't mean to, but he made a bitter face at the idea. This was supposed to be him and Lizzy. If Mac went... all her attention would be on him.
"You..." Mot wanted to say No, Don't bring him. Pay attention to me, and only me! But Lizzy would think him disgusting.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 9:00 am
"Me meeting your parents or me meeting you somewhere?" She giggled, wondering what his parents looked like; he had met her mother, after all! Curiosity getting the best of her, she asked, "Do you have a photo of them? Your parents, I mean." She wondered if he looked more like his mother or his father... Maybe a mixture of both? His mother must be really pretty, and his father good looking then!
"Mot?" She was suddenly aware of his change in expression, and it worried her because to her? He looked ill and constipated. She took his hand, holding it, "You okay?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 9:12 am
"Oh! No.. meeting somewhere.." Should he say he was embarrassed for anyone to meet his parents? Typical teen. AA picture he could handle. Then maybe she would give up on wanting to meet them. He only had one picture, two copies of it. One on his wall in his room, and one in his wallet that somehow was never thrown away. The reaper grimaced, but took out the worn out wallet, opening it up to show her the photo. "That's them.." Mot looked rather embarrassed to show the photo. His looks were similar to both parents, though a heavy resemblance was in his father; inheriting his hair and skin tone, and even that devilish grin. What his father's eye color was a mystery. It could be assumed it was the same as Mot's seeing that his mother's eyes were an abysmal black. Mot shook off the feeling he'd had. "Fine. Sorry. It's nothing." If she pried he'd blame it on his burns or something.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 9:30 am
She stared at the photo, amused at how much Mot looked like his father. In fact, she took it from the boil using her free hand, holding it up so that the photo was beside Mot's face, "I can see where you got your good looks from." She teased, giggling, "And your mother is gorgeous... Her eyes though. They're so dark and deep and pretty... They remind me of Mac's."
Oddly enough, the curls too; they're as curly as Mac's hair... She blushed at the thought, suddenly wanting to brush her fingers through her boilfriend's hair.
"You sure?" The hand still grabbing onto his gave a gentle squeeze as she held the photo out towards him, not wanting to let go of his hand just yet, "I-If you're not comfortable with him tagging along, it's fine! I mean... I'm not sure how close the two of you are but I don't want either of you to feel uncomfortable with it."
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